Here's an interesting factoid - Bonaire is closer to Boqueron, Puerto Rico than to Chaguaramas, Trinidad. Caribbean, she is wide, but not so tall.
Left party central at 1530 for decent sail, albeit slow, until midnight, then, wanting to arrive Bonaire by noon, began using 80 cent diesel fuel to make noise. An adjunct result was increasing velocity of craft by making things go up and down, which in turn makes something else go round and round, which causes a device to push water away from stern. At this point one of Newton's three laws of motion kicks in and, voila!, Kralendijk gets closer. Have been told racket is actually the secondary effect and is not directly helpful in this endeavor, just probably an afterthought.
After clearing in with customs (very easy, didn't look at any documents, consider flare guns weapons) discovered that little is open on Sunday except bars. Feeling a need to encourage at least that, went to one called Cappuccinos, end of small pier. They may have coffee; do have Heineken. Now two less. Returned to boat (second time, after taking 'weapon' to customs for which no receipt was given) for two hour nap.
Met Night Hawks at 1730 for two Amstels, dinner and an early(ish) night.
PS "B" western fans will get title
El Gran Roque
There I was. It was past midnight. The sea was a maelstrom of savage fury. All I could see on the instruments was the manufacturer's name.
Actually, increasing seas and veering 18 to 20 knot apparent wind with reefed main caused difficult steering and boat to occasionally roll rail to rail. Also, awesome speed would have resulted in arrival well before sunrise, so thought it a good idea to furl main and coast in on yankee. Initially trimmed jib, released boom preventer and eased main sheet, then headed up for the drop. This proved a smidge more rambunctious than entirely obligatory, so planned to fall back to previous course, start motor, furl headsail, trim main and power straight to windward. As boat approached old heading a wave caught the stern and, with some momentum remaining, swung it hard to starboard onto a broach. Lee side of mainsail caught the wind and, eased far out without preventer, crash jibed cleanly breaking boom just forward of sheet block. After lashing all flailing bits into immobility, coasted in after daylight under yankee, just as anticipated. Don't you love it when a plan comes together?
Anchored by Isla Francisquis in Los Roques to clean up mess and get a few winks. Nothing else injured in mishap. Scant moments into nap, an exuberant group inhabiting large, AC generator equipped catamaran anchored next door. Only a huge draw of amps could permit cranking stereo that loud. After noting the din, rolled over for rest of rest. Awoke, afterward, to Spanish band living in my head.
Now beating feet for Bonaire to repair old or find new boom. Although a bit rolly, running down swell, conditions are very benign. Look to be in around noon tomorrow. Hope Kralendijk natives speak something besides Dutch. Don't speak that, but can usually get by in English, except with Liz, who claims I either don't tell her a thing or say things that seem highly unlikely. Must be the accent.
This is it! The last of a very rare three 'Friday the 13ths this year. Just to be safe, recommend you remain in bed curled into a fetal ball until midnight. If reading this on 14th or later, just ignore. You may feel free to continue about your normal business unless that consists in strategy recommended for today. In that case you may (safely ignore entire paragraph.) feel free to continue (about your normal business.) continuing. Thought to give you an expressive choice... Oh right, decision making, not part of that program.
For my part, have thrown caution to the wind, thumbed nose at fate (plus a few other hackneyed expressions) and headed off into the great Caribbean Sea for Los Roques 100 NM distant (60 more to go). Weather wonk claims a perfect day for it. Surprisingly, this time, he spoke with straight tongue... mostly.
After catching a little Spanish mackerel for dinner, something took rattle jet lure and broke the line which promptly flew into whirling wind generator blades. Getting that sorted out required some imprudent stunts (reference first paragraph) which will not be admitted to (to which will not be admitted?).
Made good decision to furl staysail and put reef in main as wind picked up after sunset, 18 to 20. Four foot sea on the starboard quarter OK, but periodically a train of six footers rolls through. Any course that reduces resultant lurch is too far off rhumb, so enjoying the ride and grab something sturdy occasionally.
Between scans, while lying (this does not signify prevarication) against the leeward coaming, gazing upward (moon won't rise until wee hours, so the empyreum (although unlikely, this could, possibly, be a real word) is brilliant), watched a satellite, reflecting light from the set sun, glide toward Antarctica. No doubt a spy cam gathering data for our expected invasion of Venezuela. Can't tell if flashes on the southern horizon are lead story on CNN or lightning.
Departing from Puerto La Cruz
Finally broke free of Puerta La Cruz at 0430, Chavez standard time (0400 EST), headed to Tortuga for the night. Anticipate overnight tomorrow sail (sail, he said emphatically) to El Gran Roque. Don't know how long there, but also plan stop in Aves, last Venezuelan islands before Bonaire.
Terrific sail for a couple of hours once out of Bahia de Pozuelos and past Isla Chimana, then, for rest of morning endured growl of iron brute as wind got lazy. Since this was a long day passage, wanted to assure approaching anchorage in good light. At least water maker and most rechargeables are happy. After noon, had proceeded sufficiently to allow flopping around for while at 2 to 3 knots, then wind returned enough to keep the beast quiet all the way to anchorage. Had planned Cayo Herraduro, the most favored, but from two miles out it looked like a stick convention, so stopped short behind Los Palanquinos reef with one other. Confidence in technology soars as electronic chart has boat sitting on top of coral.
Prefer sailing on the wind, beam or forward, up to a certain point. Downwind, unless helped along by plenty of breeze, can be steamy and rolly. If "Gentlemen Never Sail to Weather", they must be a rather stinky lot. Fortunately, on this boat, solo, hurling doesn't contribute to any malodorousness above that mostly averted by Dry Idea.
Map of Venezuela
Start the countdown. In a mere two years from today, for the first time in a century, the date, in format mm/dd/yy, will consist of all the same digits. Since you may not notice the next one, you should, for the next 730 days, prepare to party like there's no (11/12/11) tomorrow.
One trick to buying diesel and gas at 1 mille por litre (about $.80/gal., many times the local rate) is finding someone at the pump. It's a(n) hit or miss affair. Running a business is apparently not a well understood concept in this country. Not much to do today, so periodically dinking over seemed like a great way to fill up the calendar. Eventually had a taxi man, Carlos, take jugs to fuel station. Same price, plus he delivers and makes a tidy profit.
Finally finished Dominican coffee to start on vacuum packed Starbucks brought from home. Many friends rave about the DR stuff, but it just doesn't reach down and grab you by the short hairs like Seattle's better than Best. Makes the arduous trek each morning from V-berth to galley worth undertaking.
Occurs to me that the human ability to adapt and prosper in difficult situations, while enabling mankind to progress, is also responsible for the ability of oppressive and destructive governments to persist until the roots of a society are eroded so badly that the structure collapses. Thinkers, creators and producers enable tyrants.
Isla Paraiso, El Morro Complex
Previous meager opinion of Venezuelan people, however ill conceived, has taken a gratifying leap forward today with return of expensive, favorite sunglasses. Left them hanging in bano stall this morning after engaging in personal hygiene and before cleaning senoras arrived. ("Yes, Dear, you are absolutely correct and, if I may call on your forebearance the next time we speak, it will be redundant to issue a speech that, after 34 years of marriage, I have by memory - see, I do still have one"). Marina office said they would check. Fifteen minutes later a dock guy came by to return them.
Also, in a spirit of full disclosure, the English expat who runs a little food market at Bahia Redonda informed me that eggs were a thousand. Huh!? Each!? Oh, yeah, old bolivars. Immediately clicked that gasolina guy, yesterday, was quoting price in old Bs per liter, rather than new Bs for 60 liters. Oops! My comprende was compromised, but since departure papers will not be ready until tomorrow tarde (and I so want to do right by Hugo), have a chance to go back and correct that little snafu. By the way, how many non-military out there know the accurate words to that acronym? Hint, knucklehead begins with a "K".
One last mea culpa. Laundry lady had to take her daughter to the hospital and inexperienced, but trying-to-be-helpful, girl left in charge couldn't cope. Laundry is now clean and jammed into various lockers, eager to once more collect dirt, dinge and detritus.
Except for papers and fuel, systems are go for lift-off Thursday AM. With a little knowledge of what is occurring in this country, plan to be more attentive to its dissolution... er progress. Glad I came, met nice people, won't be back.